Constant Surveillance

Wednesday 25 April, 2001

06.30 E&M. My mind seems to be trying to wear me down with its attempts at negativity. It is succeeding to an extent but not without me noticing. I am on to it and I am relaxed about what it is doing. I woke up bashing myself up for swearing too much last night at dancing. Nice try, mind, but what do I really care what people think? I know I am a very pleasant and polite man, and that’s all that matters. During my walk to the house I began comparing myself unfavourably with my friends. Nice try, mind, but I am a unique expression of all that is, so what do I care how other people are?


Leave a Reply